Oh, the shadows of doubt are in many a mind,
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Lookin' for an answer they’re never gonna find,
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But they’d better decide 'cause they’re runnin' out of time,
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For these are the days of decision.
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Oh, the games of stalling you cannot afford,
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Dark is the danger that’s knocking on the door,
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And the far-reaching rockets say you can’t wait anymore,
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For these are the days of decision.
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In the face of the people who know they’re gonna win,
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There’s a strength that’s greater than the power od the wind,
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And you can’t stand around when the ice is growing thin,
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For these are the days of decision.
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I’ve seen your heads hinding 'neath the blankets of fear,
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When the paths they are plain and the choices are clear,
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But with each passing day, boys, the cost is more dear
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For these are the days of decision.
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There’s many a cross that burns in the night,
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And the fingers of the fire are pointing as they bite,
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Oh you can’t let the smoke keep on blinding all your sight,
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For these are the days of decision.
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Now the mobs of anger are roamin' the street,
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From the rooftops they are aimin' at the police on the beat,
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And in city after city you know they will repeat,
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For these are the days of decision.
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There’s been warnin’s of fire, warnin’s of flood,
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Now there’s the warnin' of the bullet and the blood, |